Experimentation: The Search for an Answer to a Stressful Day (The Answer is Getting Doinked by Your Sister)
Luna slipped her tongue between them again, lapping up more of her sister's juices, "dost thou recall that one poet... what was his name? the one with the poem about peaches and pears?"
Lonely Oak Chapter 63
Goren: the bully, the knight... and the poet; wordsmith and consoler.
Part One: Cold Shoulders, but a Warm Smile
Like zeke i am a good poet and writer and a so-so artist. zeke in essence is me portrayed a bit differently and exaggerated a bit here and there. the teachers' names and species are also taken a bit from real life.
The Purest Shade
This is a place of soulless _white_, if the spirit of the poet be invoked, or indeed the humanist too, for surely when voltaire said _quelques arpents de neige_ he did not mean canada, he meant this place, walrussia, seward's great polar bear garden.
The Far Side of Immortal
Nick tried to remember some of the songs he'd heard in his life, before songs and their singers were erased completely, before the bones of the last poets turned to dust.
Stuffed Bear
Sometimes you let yourself go with the flow and become what comes naturally for you, like a poet or a painter.
Poem- I want to fuck you up
#1 of poetry this is just something i wrote a while ago, im a poet mainly but i dabble in prose do you understand how you make me feel?
Debatably So
All poets and artists and those sorts? they're all kooky ... end up killing themselves and stuff. have bad ends. like painters and stuff? and composers? artists have weird lives ... and weirder habits. seems they all die young cause of it."
The Bickering Couplet & Degradation
I would say that the late and great french poet arthur rimbaud wrote on the diseased, decomposing, syphilitic anus of a prostitute in _vénus anadyomène,_ so thus, anything is valid in poetry: especially filth.
A Loyal and Proper Sheep [Poem]
This was probably a bad idea, because i'm not exactly a poet. but, i made this, and had fun with it. a lil' snippet of hypnosis fun for ya.
Chapter 9 - The Little Things
Bensley had told me that the tiger was probably destined to be a good writer or poet if it was nurtured. i had balked at the idea. billy could barely write his name!
Because We Have Wings
I'm no poet, but i did realize that i wanted a lifetime with as many such moments as emmanuel would wish to share with me. i also realized that he'd said much the same to me, in more than one way.